Fortunate Son
-Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the
band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the
cannon at you, lord,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators
son , son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage
sale, yes,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no
millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no Military son, no

It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no
fortunate son, no no no

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